Friday, April 12, 2013

Trifextra Challenge

Apparently, my last post for the Trifecta challenge didn't link up correctly to their sit. Nobody got to read that piece, unfortunately, which is why I'm linking to it here. I was really proud of it regardless. Now, for the weekend they've posted an extra challenge: 

This weekend we're asking for exactly 33 of your own words inspired by the following quote from the book you could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck!
“It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho, Alchemist
 Here's my submission:

The tuft of red hair
Those blue eyes
Pure, innocent, fragile
His head lying on my chest

This dream can no longer be
Replaced by curls and curiousity
A different dream come true

I no longer write as much poetry as I use to, so I feel a little rusty in the format. Please bare with me. 

I think I should explain this one a  little. On April 5th, 2010, my son passed away. After he passed, I had this really intense dream about him. He was no longer surrounded by monitors and wires and I was just holding him and happy. I'd give anything to have the dream come true just one last time. Instead, a much different dream came true. I got to have my daughter and she has been thankfully healthy and happy. She's a curly haired spit fire and in her I find a joy I never knew could exist. I had to let go of one dream to feel the freedom to live another. 

My son's birthday is April 15th. He would've been five. I'd be honored if you wonderful Trifectans would check out George Mark House and at the very least become informed about what they do. Very few people in the United States understand the important of pediatric hospice and palliative care. I'd be honored if you made a donation in my son's honor, but honestly the more people that know about George Mark House and what they do, the better. 

Thanks for reading.  


kymm said...

I think your poem is perfect.

Also, I'm very sorry for your loss.

Suzanne said...

So lovely. I'm so sorry for you loss, but I'm glad you have such a spitfire of a daughter. Thanks for sharing!

Illsa Gorrey said...

I'm so very sorry for the loss of your child.

Sandra said...

This is such a telling poem about your letting go and embracing a new dream. I'm very sorry for your loss, and I will click over to the link you suggested. Thank you for sharing.

Atreyee said...

Poignant yet so full of love & hope.So sorry to read about your son,may his soul RIP- but I admire your spirit-you got it right,sometimes we have to let go of one dream to live another & you are doing that with your daughter-God Bless her & you!Thank you for sharing ,tc

Draug said...

It's always terrible when a door closes on an important part of one's life. I'm happy to see another door opened for you in the form of your second child. This is a lovely tribute to both of your children.

Marie Nicole said...

Your notes and explanations tore at my heart. Your poem wes sufficient with, but still I loved reading the story behind the story.

A parent should never bury a child, but a parent should never forget the living while hanging on to a loss. This was so beautiful!

Tom MacInnes said...

As someone who counts the birth of my two daughters as two of the high points of my life, I can't imagine losing either one of my girls. You are breaking my heart, friend. I will certainly check out the site you mentioned. Can't do much to change your life but, at least, I can do that. Peace and love to you and your girlie! <3

PurpleMoose said...

we lost a red haired, blue eyed grandson just before his second birthday - I am so sorry for your loss. I will honor his memory - and your request.

thanks for joining the challenge

Christine Hanolsy said...

Oh, so tragic, but so beautifully captured. Especially the last line: "A different dream come true." My heart goes out to you.

The Bloody Munchkin said...

Thanks for all the lovely comments and thoughts. I appreciate it. We celebrated his birthday by going to George Mark House and then the zoo. But then I learned of the Boston Marathon Bombings and my heart broke again. It was a tough day.